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ANCST - Beneath These Hills of Iron | Lyrics
Rise from the gorge that has you trapped Imprisoned by their phony standards Liberty is overhyped when all it does is keeping us in line No remorse, no forgiveness (and) no holding
ANCST - Whiteboard Criminal | Lyrics
I got no intentions to play your games, to act like I owe you Your lack of heart and your arrogance will self-expel you soon enough Behind the curtains - so calculated Your machine fed
ANCST - Edge of Reason | Lyrics
I am stuck in my own ways, leashed to grinning quirks, cursed to walk alone, bewitched by treacherous dreams And here i thought i was among the good but now i feel like i have become one of
ANCST - Tearless Oblivion | Lyrics
Silent screams pierce the night as another bag of gold swiftly changes hands And as the suits grin and cheer, another lowborn chokes on madness Dying within the safety that they promised
ANCST - Lowborn Extinction | Lyrics
Worthless scion - what is left of your world? Unbound hatred - wartorn solitude Rage and sadness - predators towards yourself Human terror - a world engulfed in flames of madness
ANCST - abysm of existence | Lyrics
The circle is complete, now I am the enemy Trapped in my shattered husk, now I will suffocate A life of lies where nothing means a thing, born into madness I recall the pillars of the
ANCST - stagnant oblivion | Lyrics
A lifetime of decay, a smile I know too well Mirrors distort the view, holographs of me and you We’re spitting shattered glass, digital and build to last The pictures in our hands,
ANCST - Final Hour | Lyrics
You’ve reached the end, the abyss, the barren fields, your life torn asunder You’ve reached the peak, the final hour, you are doomed to adapt In their world, this realm of blame, guilty as
ANCST - Inferno | Lyrics
I hunger for damnation, I want your world to turn into dust War inside my head, hunkered down inside my cell, I won’t face another jaded day Redefine, magnify, purify all thats left
ANCST - Razed Eden | Lyrics
Look to the sky, ichor of heavens Underneath its burning shroud we are hidden away Festering wounds, crusted and sore, skywards hives All these centuries have teached us nothing
